The Only One Who Cared

Footsteps Can Be Heard,
As He Approaches The Cemetery.

He Walks All The Way,
To The Lonely Back Fence,
To The Tombstone,
Without A Single Flower.

He's Wearing His Best Suit,
For His Best Friend.

And He's Bringing The Biggest Bouquet,
That He Could Purchase.

The Footsteps Grow Silent,
As He Stares At The Grave,
With Nothing,
But A Frown On His Face,
And Tears In His Eyes.

You See,
He Loved Her So.
More Than Her Family,
Her Friends,
Anyone And Everyone.

But He Questions Why,
Just Why,
He's The Only One To Visit.
Why She's All The Way In The Back.
Why She Wasn't Loved...
By Anyone Else.

She Deserved So Much More...
But She Never Asked.

That's How She Liked It Though.
Being Alone...
Unnoticed...

But That's Also,
How He Hated It.

He Didn't Want Her Alone.
He Wanted Her In His Arms,
Always Noticed,
Always Loved.

But He Was The Only One Willing To Listen.
The Only One...
Who Truly Cared.

He Put The Flowers Down Gently,
And Stared For A Couple More Minutes.
He Then Said Goodbye In His Soft Voice,
And Walked Away Slowly,
So That His Footsteps,
Could Not Be Heard.

And As He Walked On,
He Couldn't Stop Thinking,
How She was Perfect,
And How She Deserved...
So....
Much....
More...